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Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begins Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggas on the path throwin' out gang signs I ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac 10 on the side of my hip I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon And just as I thought, the fools kept steppin' I jumped in the fo', hit the juice on my ride I got front and back, side to side Then I let the Alpine play I was pumpin' new shit by NWA It was, 'Gangster, Gangster' at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this 'Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes I went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin' some hoop' A car pulls up, who can it be? It's a fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G He rolls down the window and he starts to say "It's all about makin' that G.T.A." 'Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said shit Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I go to a spot where my homeboyz chill The fellas out there tryna make that dolla' I pulled up in my six-fo' Impala Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin' And from the 8 ball, my breath starts stinkin' I gotta get my girl to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi Pulled to the house, get her out of the pad And dumb hoe said somethin' to make me mad She said somethin' that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave She started talkin' shit, wouldn't cha know I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the hoe And her father stood up and he started to shout So I threw a right cross and knocked his old-ass out 'Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said shit Punk ass trippin' in the dead of night Homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punk ass, fly